In light of darkness nighting the day, hurricane at our doorsteps, we thought it best to strip our tongues of nonsense, speak instead of memories electric, fears, and times we believed ourselves braver than we really were. Remember that trip, homebound, exhaustion at the wheel? How the torrent blinded us, thunder silencing our every honest word? We hydroplaned right off the road, then, hitting the guardrail with a clap. Each accusing the other, spitting blame into the wind. Pouring memories and grievances. Howling. The truth of storms. -Katherine Gotthardt
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